A/N: So, I should be working on a chapter, or reviewing my roommate's last chapter, or doing homework, or just generally doing something productive. Instead, here I am, writing this weird little one-shot. Well… Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am not Taylor Swift. I don't own her music. (I wish, but nope.)

We were in your little old pickup truck, driving to Brent's house and belting out the song on the radio. My fingers drummed on the dashboard to the beat as you drove, weaving through the crazy California drivers. It sucked living in a vacation hot-spot. Spring break rolled around and the locals like us just wanted to kick back, relax, and enjoy a few parties at the lake. The 'foreigners' as we often called them enjoyed the same things, except their parties were wilder and they usually just caused problems for us. Stupid out-of-towners.

I stared out the window, head bobbing to the beat of what-ever pop song was playing. I glanced over at you and grinned as I noticed you were doing something similar.

"How's…" I paused a moment, trying to remember her name. I knew I should know it at that point, but I didn't. Honestly, I hadn't expected it to last so long. Didn't know I'd have to learn it. "…Kerry?"

"Kelly," you corrected, rolling your eyes at me. Thank goodness you were so patient. "She's good. Decided to visit her family this week, since she hasn't seen them in a couple of months. She invited me to go, but it's been a while since I've seen Brent."

I nodded, knowing exactly what you meant. I couldn't remember the last time we'd been home since college started. Who knew when the last time I'd seen our old friend even was? Well, you probably knew. You remembered everything. I was the scatter-brain in this friendship.

"How's Shane?" you asked, reinforcing my belief in your flawless memory. You and Kerry had been together for three months and I still wasn't quite sure about her name. Shane and I had been dating for two and a half weeks and you probably recalled every detail told you about him.

"He's good, too. He and his brother went to Disneyland for the break. He told me we'd go together one day."

You smirked and I knew what your next comment would be before you even made it. "You'd have to last that long first."

"Hey! I'm capable of lasting in a relationship," I defended.

"I know you are. But I also know the type of guy you stay with and Shane isn't it."

"You haven't even met him," I pointlessly argued.

You shook your head. "I don't have to. I've met you."

"You suck," I answered, knowing you were right. You probably knew me better than I knew myself.

"You know you love me."

I sighed. "I must or I wouldn't keep you around."

I smiled to myself at our role reversal. Usually I was the one annoying you, boldly declaring that you loved me until you would begrudgingly admit it.

"A smile! I take that as a sign of agreement."

My response was to childishly stick my tongue out at you, but you were right. You were my best friend and I loved you to death, even when we were fighting.

We continued chatting about college. As much as we tried to keep each other up to date through texts, it was difficult. We were both really busy and when I had class, you didn't. When you had class, I didn't. We had the weekends to chat, but homework kept us busy, too. We really only got to talk when we saw each other in person. Being eight hours apart made that a rare occurrence. God, it was good to see you.

The song on the radio changed for like the thirtieth time. A broad grin spread over my face. It was our song, in its own weird way. We hummed through the beginning, because it really didn't apply. When the chorus arrived, without so much as an exchanged glance, we started singing.

"Oooh we called it off again last night
But oooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you,

We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever, getting back together!"

By the end of the chorus, we were both laughing uncontrollably. Sometimes I wonder what the hell we were thinking when we got together. We're great best friends, but dating? Worst idea ever. After a yearlong on and off relationship, we finally figured everything out. We were meant to be best friends and we most certainly were never getting back together.